I got suckered into the Mohawk early pick 5. I’m out after the second race. Got beat by Trevor Henry and his fat suit. Absolutely terrible. 6 horse field. Only the grumpy sourpuss Henry is interested in winning. The track is just unbettable.

You remove some of the talent...

I got suckered into the Mohawk early pick 5. I’m out after the second race. Got beat by Trevor Henry and his fat suit. Absolutely terrible. 6 horse field. Only the grumpy sourpuss Henry is interested in winning. The track is just unbettable.

Yes, Knocked me out also............ quite a shocker!

look,, paintbrush thinks he funny///seems to enjoy that fag talk///'distant lover' 

That ain’t funny, Homie, you don’t use it. It’s gonna be a bloody mess.

I agree 

Some people waste breath making noise, while Mark Ford quietly collects trophies, builds dynasties, and sets the standard everyone else is forced to follow.
At the end of the day, the scoreboard talks and nonsense walks. Mark’s record stands as an unassailable fortress of pure, unmatched dominance that no amount of armchair forum chatter can ever touch. While the critics are busy searching for flaws, Mark is busy engineering champions—operating at a level of intensity, structural conditioning, and tactical brilliance that most people couldn't handle for a single day.
You can bet against Mark Ford all day, but history proves you’ll just end up funding his next victory lap. He operates in a high-stakes world where excuses get trampled and real results are the only currency that matters. So while the peanut gallery stays busy complaining on the message boards, Mark will keep doing what he’s always done: taking control, blowing past expectations, and standing alone in the winner's circle.

Make sure you use lube tonight when Yonkers rams it up your ass 

look,, paintbrush thinks he funny///seems to enjoy that fag talk///'distant lover'